Lift up mine eyes…

How?

They are so easily drawn

    to the things near by.

Created shapes and forms

    scream and cry

    for my attention,

    for my affection.

Zion is too distant

    to be real,

so I wrestle desperately

    to maintain zeal

    for that holy mount,

    for the blessed fount.

Lift up mine eyes, O LORD

for I cannot of my own accord.